Mr Blog's Stiff Upper Lip

I have a stiff upper lip. To be honest I have always wanted one. Our predecessors had them and they helped them see of the Nazis in the second world war.

Sadly mine wont. It is not that sort of stiff upper lip.

Mine is the result of a mix up with Mrs Blog. She offered to pick up some shopping for me and on my list was gel. Instead of shaving gel I have now got a large tube of turbo-max-strength hair gel...and a stiff upper lip.

Long Tailed Tit

You might remember this fella. He was bashing his brains out on our windows two weeks ago. (See post "Bird Troubles". After two weeks of him not finding a mate he is still pelting our windows constantly, all day, every day! So please...

1. Does anyone have a spare female long tailed tit?
2. A solution to stop this guy needing a head injury assessment? and,
3. The name of a good window cleaner?

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Coffee Art

I enjoy a good cup of coffee and in particular a flat white or a cortado, both of which come with coffee art. The quality of the art naturally varies according to the experience of the barista. I have seen some truly remarkable tulips and even a pumpkin over the years. Recently, however ever I was treated to a piece of art that left me speechless. It was produced by very experienced Costa-Mike-Blog and at first I thought it was the worst attempt at a tulip I had ever seen. Then he explained...

"It's a jellyfish"

Genius!

Daughter-blog rewrites the Bible

At the same dinner mentioned in the last post Daughter-blog disgraced herself and started a new religion in the same sentence. She was describing what would happen at the Easter Vigil mass that evening and said,

"There'll be a reading from the book of Gemini."

Wherein we discover that Judas was a Scorpio?



(Acknowledgement: Beth=blog)

Feeling very old

Last night I was at dinner in Edinburgh with the blog family and friends. Somehow we found ourselves talking about a pew we used to own and kept as an outdoor bench. I mentioned that in the early days of the Church, (meaning over a thousand years ago), there were no seats in Christian churches except for a handful for the infirm or the elderly.

That prompted a friend of daughter-blog, called "Lara-I-am-not-a-spy-blog" to ask,

"Do you remember those days?"

Happy Easter!